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Lyra's Oxford

My three favourite things in the world are travelling, reading, and writing. My trip to Oxford, with my friend Holly, little over a week ago combined all of those and let me indulge in a little geekery from His Dark Materials. I went in search of Lyra and Will's bench. I know I am not the first to write a post like this, but I had to do it for myself.

She led him past a pool with a fountain under a wide spreading tree, and then she struck off to the left towards a huge many trunked pine.

There was a massive stone wall with a doorway in it, and in the further part of the garden the tree's were younger and the planting less formal.

Lyra led him almost to the end of the garden, to a wooden seat under a low- branched tree.

"Will, I used to come here in my Oxford and sit on this exact same bench whenever I wanted to be alone, just me and Pan. What I thought was if you- maybe just once a year- if we could come here at the same time, just for an hour or something, then we could pretend we were close again- because we would be close, if you sat here, and I sat here in my world-""Yes," he said, "as long as I live I'll come back. Wherever I am in the world, I'll come back here-""On Midsummer's Day," she said, "at midday. As long as I live. As long as I live..."

The Botanic Gardens in Oxford are the oldest Botanic Gardens in the country, and can be found on Rose Lane. It costs £4,50 to visit the Gardens.

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